In ancient times, heaven and earth were full of vitality.

In order to survive, the ancestors gradually explored a set of methods to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, which is the so-called cultivation.

After the ancestors became strong, they killed demon beasts, enclosed land and planted, and gradually formed cities and states. The history of the Sword Dynasty probably dates back to ancient times.

Yuan Li originally had no attributes, and after some ancestors combined Yuan Li with utensils, there were many Yuan forces with different attributes.

Yuan Li accommodates the sharpness of the sword weapon, transforms it into sword Yuan power, and the combat power surges, killing more demon beasts, cultivating more land, feeding more people, and more people, and the city state is formed.

Sword Dynasty, a dynasty that majored in sword power.

The nineteen counties of the dynasty, the sword is named after the sword, to commemorate the pioneering work of the sword master.

Xuanming County, Qiyan City, in front of the Su family's mansion, Yang San was quite bored and looked around, if it weren't for the fact that he could still receive three Yang Yuan Dan every month, he would have abandoned the declining Su family and left early.

It's a pity that the third son of Su is there.

If he is still here, the Su family will have soared.

At this moment, a young man walked from the avenue directly opposite the door. This man's green shirt is like night, with a crescent moon on it, and from a distance, it is cold and deserted. A pair of black eyebrows entered the tips of his hair, and his eyes were cold, like the cold snow that did not melt in spring.

Seeing this person from afar, Yang San's body could hardly tremble on his own, although his eyebrows and face were much more mature, and his body bones were a little taller, how could he not recognize that this person was Su Sangongzi, who had been missing for more than ten years.

Yang San rubbed his hands, pushed open the door, ran towards the house, and shouted loudly: "The third prince is back... The third son is back!"

Jingle bell... Ping Pong...

A man emerged from all over the room and ran to the door.

Su Xuanyang is fourteen years old, he is the eldest of the Su family, and suddenly heard that Su Ziyu, who had been missing for many years, came back, and he couldn't control his strength, pierced a bronze man, and crashed himself together.

He didn't take the sword, turned around and left, and the unfamiliar "Feiyan before the rain" was spread out, jumped in three or two, and fell on the stone statue of the hundred disciples in front of the door, and saw the somewhat vague figure.

Looking at it intently, Yuan Li was restrained, and his sword intent was not obvious, like a lone traveler with a bitter hatred.

Su Ziyu raised his head to Su Xuanyang, looking a little familiar, it seemed to be an old man, and he still remembered that he followed behind him, pestering himself to buy him sugar gourds and sugar people, he hadn't seen him for ten years, and he was already a man.

"Long time no see!" Su Ziyu spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, the words were not very clear, and it seemed that he had not talked to anyone for a long, long time.

"What are you doing here?" Su Xuanyang said coldly, "We don't need your mercy!" If he hadn't left suddenly ten years ago, his father wouldn't have been injured, and the eldest brother and second brother wouldn't have gone to guard the frontier.

"I'm sorry, I had to leave for a reason!"

"Is my father and mother healthy?"

"You still have the face to ask, if it weren't for you, my father would have been injured, challenged, and died because of you, get out, you give me a roll, the Su family doesn't welcome you!"

Su Xuanyang tried his best to restrain his emotions, but his hands behind him trembled, and he couldn't control it.

Daddy is gone?

Who did this to you?

I want him dead!

They are all going to die.

All are going to die.

Not good!

Su Ziyu had a little clarity in his mind, and the secret path almost couldn't control himself and caused a big disaster.

He glanced at Su Xuanyang on the stone statue of the hundred disciples, turned around and left, like a ghost, and disappeared at the end of the avenue in the blink of an eye.

Su Xuanyang looked at Su Ziyu who walked away in a daze, his head couldn't turn for a while, he just wanted to say a few words of dissatisfaction and complaint, he couldn't stand it and ran away.

No wonder he left without saying a word.

"What about Ziyu, didn't you say he came back?" A woman with gray temples looked left and right, didn't see Su Ziyu, and asked Su Xuanyang.

Su Xuanyang jumped down from the stone statue of the hundred disciples, came to the woman's side, looked at the end of the road, and said slowly: "He's gone again!"

Hearing this, the woman sighed, glanced deeply into the distance, and turned and walked back. The maid who served had just followed, but she stopped her casually, so she had to look at the little boy on the side.

"It's good to let my mother be quiet!" Su Xuanyang said as he looked into the distance.

To the east of Qiyan City, on the top of Xifeng Mountain, Su Ziyu fell to the ground, curled up, convulsed, and occasionally let out a beast-like roar.

At dusk, the warm orange light sprinkled down, like thick ink in the clear water, painting the peaks and the city into one color, and then hid into the bleak night.

The half-moon was seized by the black clouds again, and only the faint and cold light leaked out, falling into the roar of beasts and insects, floating from the mountains and streams to the lights of the ancient city, burning into a lonely place.

Su Ziyu stretched out his body, letting the cold wind pass through his clothes, taking away the cold sweat that had not yet evaporated. After a long time, I felt quiet before I sat down cross-legged and concentrated inside, and a scroll of sutra paintings appeared in front of me. On the surface of the painting, there is a faint black light, which may disappear at any time.

Since the beginning of his cultivation of Yuan Li, Su Ziyu found that there was an extremely strange scroll of scripture paintings in his mind, and after many searches, it was confirmed that it was a rare sword master inheritance.

Since then, Su Ziyu has shown an amazing talent in kendo. He practiced swords at the age of four, realized the Wuyue Sword Intent at the age of seven, defeated the Confessional Yang Sword Zhang Lan at the age of thirteen, and condensed the Dustless Sword Heart at the age of seventeen, becoming a hot genius in the entire Xuanming County.

Before he reached the crown, he had already represented the Dark Moon Sword Sect to participate in the sword fighting conference, and he passed all the way to the royal city, waiting for the sword fighting in the royal city to begin, and just before the sword fighting, he mysteriously disappeared.

That is, on the eve of the sword fight, Su Ziyu unveiled a corner of the scripture painting, thinking that he could see the legendary sword master inheritance, but he never thought that it would release a destructive black light.

Just by looking at the destruction black light, Su Ziyu was dominated by the desire to destroy, if it wasn't for the painting to take him away in time, maybe the entire Dark Moon Sword Sect and the Su family would have died tragically under his sword.

The desire to destroy dominated him for eight years, and it was only two years ago that he regained control of his body and escaped from the abyss of destruction. In the remaining two years, looking for a way home and mastering the destructive Yuan Power in his body, it was only now that he arrived in Qiyan City.

After silently calculating the time to completely grasp the destruction of the Yuan Force, Su Ziyu was not in a hurry to go back, so he stayed on the top of the mountain, meditating and concentrating every day, refining the Yuan Force.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Zhuang Wenxiao quietly read the news from his subordinates, looked up at the Su family's mansion, and said in his heart: There is finally a reliable person.

Jiuyang Sword Pavilion, Zhang Lan was meditating, and the voice of his disciple Shi Yuanfeng came from outside the door, and the Tao was an important matter. Shi Yuanfeng's first sentence when he opened the door was: Su Sangongzi, who defeated you at the age of thirteen, is back.

Suddenly hearing the name of Su Sangongzi, Zhang Lan was shocked, and then came back to his senses and glared at Shi Yuanfeng fiercely, and Shi Yuanfeng seemed to have not seen it, and slowly told what happened at the door of Su's house at noon today.

At the end, I didn't forget to ask: Master, is Su Sangongzi really so powerful?

Zhang Lan was silent, and raised his hand to be a sword: You will know if you try it.

Shi Yuanfeng jumped away, not daring to do so, but a herring sword had already appeared in his hand and stabbed towards Zhang Lan.

One sword is fast, the other sword is faster, and the winner is divided in an instant.

Looking at the corner of the clothes on the ground, Shi Yuanfeng could imagine how fast the thirteen-year-old boy's sword was. If you can learn this kind of swordsmanship, you won't be happy!

Yun Juzhuang, Gao Haixing stood up suddenly, squinted his eyes, and confirmed, "Is it really him?"

"It's really him, you say, will he come ......"

"Report it! Someone will take care of it. It's time for us to leave!"